“Ah! You wretched German! You have overlooked one thing! You can never recreate
ze Grosjeanz tenniz strokez!”

“Yes we can. This is a robot Grosjean. We've had the greatest minds in the world
working on this project for years. To recreate the Great one. The ultimate task. So
far, although not quite up to your extraordinary abilities, this is the best model produced.
This should convince the watching audience that it's you. If a you, a little below par.”

“No! No!! You'll never get away with diz !!! They did ze same thing on zat movie Naked Gun
and Frank Drebin came to ze rescue!!!”

“Ah, that’s why we've also kidnapped Frank Drebin, Grosjean.”

Kiefer pointz to another captive nearby.

Ze Grosjean strainz hiz head and spiez Leslie Nielsen in chainz.

“Hi Grosjean!”

Leslie wavez.

“And you may also be interested to note a few other hostages, Grosjean.” sayz Kiefer,
pointing to ze dark corner, where, soaked in their own urine and drenched in their own
fecal matter, starving and gaunt faced, languish Srichaphan, Pashanski, Ferrero and Chela.

“Ah! So zat iz how you got to ze quarter finalz!”

“Indeed Grosjean. Now if you don't mind, I might pop by that hot tub to see how Elena
and Anastacia are coping without you.”

*Sniggers*

“Can I come Nic?” askz Haas.

“No Tommy, I've told you before; your place is here, keeping an eye on the hostages.”

"Ah! You wretched German! You have overlooked one thing! You can never recreate ze Grosjeanz tenniz strokez!"

"Yes we can.This is a robot Grosjean.We've had the greatest minds in the world working on this project for years.To recreate the Great one.The ultimate task.So far, although not quite up to your extraordinary abilities, this is the best model produced.This should convince the watching audience that it's you.If a you, a little below par."

"No! No!!! You'll never get away with diz !!! They did ze same thing on zat movie Naked Gun and Frank Drebin came to ze rescue!!!"

"Ah.Thats why we've also kidnapped Frank Drebin, Grosjean"

*Kiefer pointz to another captive nearby*

*Ze Grosjean strainz hiz head and spiez Leslie Nielsen in chainz*

"Hi Grosjean!"

*Leslie wavez*

"And you may also be interested to note a few other hostages, Grosjean", sayz Kiefer, pointing to the dark corner, where, soaked in their own urine and drenched in their own fecal matter, starving and gaunt faced, languish Srichaphan, Pashanski, Ferrero and Chela.

"Ah! So zat iz how you got to ze quarter finalz!"

"Indeed Grosjean.Now if you don't mind, I might pop by that hot tub to see how Elena and Anastacia are coping without you."

*Sniggers*

"Can I come Nic?", askz Haas.

"No Tommy,I 've told you before, your place is here, keeping an eye on the hostages"

*Haas sulkz*

"Now, now Tommy.I 've told you before, be a good boy.Cutchee cutchee coo!!!"

*Kiefer startz tickling Tommy*

*Tommy starts to laugh*

"Theres a good boy.Now, I'm off"

*Kiefer throwz hiz cigarette on to ze floor and stampz on it, then stalkz off*